A Last Prayer

Father

I scarce­ly dare to pray

So clear I see

now it is done

How I have wast­ed half my day

And left my work but just be­gun.

So clear I see that things I thought

Were right or harm­less were a sin;

So clear I see that I have sought

Unconscious

self­ish aims to win.

So clear I see that I have hurt

The souls I might have helped to save;

That I have sloth­ful been

in­ert

Deaf to the calls Thy lead­ers gave.

In out­skirts of Thy king­doms vast

Father

the hum­blest spot give me;

Set me the low­li­est task Thou hast

Let me re­pent­ant work for Thee.